Tamara The Sequel

The dried leaves cripple, lifeless, Stomped underneath his restless feet Open the path to the falling waters Visible through naked eyes, So arrogant Spread its wings, like Garuda Tons of sounds, fall into The river, where Tamara unleashes her voluptuous Flesh, for the Sun to glimpse with a smile Her mountainous breasts, tremor Whenever it touch the cold water Breathlessness has captured the Prince Amid the brisk walk he endures To find the fortress that seals thousands Of secrets, concealing her well kept beauty He looks up to the blue sky Whispers to scores of Hummingbirds “Hey buddies, lead me to the Princess, And I’ll make you, a Kingdom” The Hummingbirds unhesitant Lead him to the Hanging Garden of Babylon Like walking into a dream that never ends Pink Primrose, Mountain Laurel, Hellebores, Hydrangea, Persimmon and Glory Lily Her smell is like those flowers The Hummingbirds sing to him “Tamara wants you to scratch her back, Scratch her back, scratch her back, And she’ll scratch yours” With laughter that drums up His heart beat, Prince Charming Runs his way through the enchanting waters Naked, he kisses Princess Tamara, who is Forever more, wants to die in his arms Heavy tears, dropp from the sky above Flooding the two souls, vanish Into ecstasy, A lifetime gift They are the priceless gems Almandine Garnet, Chrome Tourmaline, Larimar, Peridot, Rhodochrosite They are those gems Morning dews sizzle, panoramically As the couple, dance In the bed of Roses Where sigh and moan Attunes, without hindrance Their breaths perspire profusely Legs tremble like tambourine The bed reads maximum Richter scale They say love is a many splendid things They are history